“Never underestimate a violent male with a hurt ego.” Luther’s fingers tightened around my forearm, the movement faintly tugging me closer. His voice went low and gravelly. “Let me find him. I’ll return the favor.” I huffed a laugh, trying to concentrate through the crackling current running straight from his touch to my pounding heart. “He’s long gone. He joined the Emarion Army. He’s in Fortos now.” “I don’t care if he’s in the afterlife. If he hurt you, I’ll find a way to make him pay.”
